[h3][b]Tria - Renshal Homestead[/b][/h3]

[i]Ganner ducked behind cover as a squad of Clone Troopers ran passed, he closed his eyes and waited for them to pass. As the sound of boots faded into the distance he stood up again. They kept coming, no matter what he did they kept coming after him. He stood up, hood over hi shead and kept moving through the corridors of the space station. His master had died at the hands of the clones, the individuals who had been entrusted to help the Jedi bring peace back to the Republic. Instead, they turned against them under the control of who could only now be identified as the Emperor. Palpatine, the individual who had worked so hard to bring peace back to the Republic... he was behind it all...[/i]

[b]There is no Emotion, there is peace.[/b]

Ganner took a deep breath as he opened his eyes, above him he could see the stars. Tria and Uslam didn't have matching day and night cycles, from here he could faintly see the battle raging in Uslams orbit. A galactic organisation born out of chaos, could only result in chaos. The Empire may have originally appeared benevolent however it wasn't long until it had reared it's true face out here in the outer rim. Sure the Republic hadn't originally been the best galactic organisation out here, however it was better than that of the Empire. Slavery had been returned to the system. There was nowhere else he could go, the Empires reach continued to expand throughout the Galaxy. It did not appear to be stopping nor halting as time went on, the Rebellion grew stronger however the extreme measures the Empire was taking to counter the Rebellion too increased. 

He took a deep breath and sighed, bending hishead down as he heard the whir of his droid coming up behind him. He let out a series of deep beeps and whirs. "No Chuckles, I don't need you to go get the ship ready. The ships fine where it is." Ganner stood up and faced the droid. "Look, I know what's going on. I'm not taking part of it, it's got nothing to do with me-" The droid whizzed back. "-No, I'm not. I mean, I am but I don't do any of that anymore. I haven't for years, theres nothing I can do." He stood up and began walking back to the house. "Chuckles, it's not meant ot be. If the Force wanted me to do anything, it'd give me a sign. There's nothing I can do." He turned back to the face the droid, a sad smile on his face. "I'm sorry."